Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mexico and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Con Funk Shun to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Rakim. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
Steve Hackett,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
Ken Boothe,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
The Mummies,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
Mantronix,
Nas,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fugazi,
Kas Product,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.